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Post by Picks on Feb 14, 2012 16:39:28 GMT -5
Isa was sitting in the window well again, the robe around her and a blanket tossed over her legs as she looked outside like a bird in a cage wanting out. She'd been stuck in there for weeks, mostly everyone left her alone-- they checked on her now and again but really-- she got left alone. The new Brooklynite, Boxer the kitten, was dozing in her lap. She scratched his head and leaned her head back against the frame, everything hurt-- but Tristan has given her some morphine to kill the pain while she healed and it would be awhile.
The girl was aware she'd escaped with her life in tact-- that was enough for her to want to remove someone's arms with a pocket knife. On a sigh she scratched the sleeping kitten's ears. This was life for awhile.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 14, 2012 16:55:00 GMT -5
Spot knocked on the door as he walked in to announce his presence.
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Post by Picks on Feb 14, 2012 17:07:04 GMT -5
Isa lifted her head and looked over, tugging the blanket a big higher not to disturb the kitten. "Hey Conlon... what's going on?" She had... no idea anything had happened, no one had told her or spoken to her about it. Everyone had pretty much kept her in the dark. On purpose or not.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 14, 2012 17:15:38 GMT -5
"How'd you get caught up with Blackjack?" he asked her bluntly, placing his hands in his pockets.
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Post by Picks on Feb 14, 2012 17:23:45 GMT -5
Her brow hiked and she blinked at him-- well that's... she shrugged her shoulders. "Bucky was gone... Mama died-- he said he'd take care of me." Actually looking back on it she'd only been maybe twelve years old. She shrugged her shoulders. "... were going to sell me to a whore house but I made myself useful another way." Picking locks. "Why?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 14, 2012 17:26:40 GMT -5
Spot ignored her question. "Why is he after you now?"
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Post by Picks on Feb 14, 2012 17:30:41 GMT -5
"Because I left," she looked at him like it was a silly questions. "Well.. and he thinks I stole something when I did but that's kind of beside the point. Besides you don't just walk away-- you don't even limp away."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 14, 2012 17:34:34 GMT -5
Spot cleared his throat. "I do not believe women should be beaten. Ever." He looked her right in the eyes. "But you have brought a new burden on Brooklyn that people are going to pay for. Raven already has. And as soon as you are better, you're gonna help fix it."
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Post by Picks on Feb 14, 2012 17:36:25 GMT -5
"Huh?" she raised a brow and looked up at him, shifting a bit before she winced and wrapped her arm around her ribs. "What the fucking hell are you talking about?" Boxer didn't like the movement and the moment he noticed Spot he hissed. Her hand covered the kitten's head. "Look I was unconscious when Marcus came and took me from there and nearly dead so whatever they think I have.. I don't."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 14, 2012 17:42:55 GMT -5
"That's irrelevant. Suddenly your problems have not only become our problems, but specifically my problem," Spot retorted, looking at her coldly. "Figure out who your allies are to help you sort this shit out so no one else gets hurt."
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Post by Picks on Feb 14, 2012 17:47:19 GMT -5
"I didn't ask for it to become your problem, did I Conlon?" No she pretty much kept to herself for the most part. Because of reasons like this, she looked away from him and outside-- her eyes narrowed. She wasn't dismissing him but she was done being blamed. "No idea what you expect me to do about it, Spot." Besides turn herself over-- then that would solve it all. They'd kill her sure but no one would bother Brooklyn again.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 14, 2012 17:55:01 GMT -5
"You know how I became a leader, Picks?" He began, leaning against the wall and looking at her, still very much on edge.
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Post by Picks on Feb 14, 2012 17:56:28 GMT -5
She looked over at him and narrowed her eyes at him, "No, I never bothered to ask." He was leader, that was all she cared about in the end. Now they were both on edge, he had her ready to fight. The kitten in her lip was spitting and hissing.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 14, 2012 18:02:50 GMT -5
"Its because I made allies. I understand how to work a situation. I think before I speak, I think before I act." Spot explained, looking down at her. "Get us an inside man with Blackjack. You gotta have a contact that can help us end this so I don't have to fucking worry that Rae or somebody else important will get snatched again."
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Post by Picks on Feb 14, 2012 18:07:47 GMT -5
She looked up at him, "If it hadn't been Rae, Spot. You wouldn't give a damn about it." She was right and she knew he could start railing but that was just who Isa was. Blunt and more than willing to scream if she had too but at that moment, she was calm. "I dunno I'd have to think about it-- and last thing I wanted was anyone else getting involved in my problems."
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